Volume One, Chapter 43: Clairvoyance?

Next, Hyori also selected the order that the three of them had discussed: first was Tianxi, second was Dacheng, third was Kim Dongwan, and fourth was Kim Soo-ro. Everyone had a wonderful time today, and after deciding on the ranking, they prepared for bed.

Back at home, Li Jie immediately found a bedroom on the first floor, placed her suitcase inside, and closed the door—clearly staking her claim to her own territory.

“Girl, if you want to go in, just let Grandpa know and I’ll take you inside,” Tang Qi suddenly appeared from somewhere, smiling as he spoke.

Trezeguet was furious; if not for that interference, he surely would have scored. Judging by the ball’s trajectory, Lama couldn’t have saved it, but the referee wouldn’t listen to his protests and signaled a goal kick for Saint-Germain.

Lippi didn’t make any substitutions; he was waiting for the doctor’s report, thinking it was probably just a light sprain. A bit of rest and some spray would likely be enough.

As an established powerhouse, the Argentine team was not thrown off by these changes. After just a brief moment of distraction, under the direction of their new midfield quartet, the Blue and White Legion launched their counterattack.

“There’s another thing you’ve misunderstood. I’m not like you; I’m no longer considered a mutant. Your so-called S-class means nothing to me, so we’ve never been on the same side,” Jiang Lan said with a smile, taking two steps forward.

Under the pressure from Bai Shaozi, Long Xing flicked his robe and knelt straight down. The twenty-four Dragon Guards at Tangtang’s side also knelt, followed by all the Dragon Guards in the garden.

Although, by rights, Qing Hong shouldn’t call Yu Xiuer ‘grandmother’ due to their respective statuses, the title had simply slipped out, and since no one corrected her, she just kept calling her that.

“We originally planned to release the album after the year-end awards ceremony, but considering many unpredictable factors, it will be at least next year before it’s released,” Lee Soo-man said.

What most shocked the disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sect was the martial technique Song Li had just performed. When it came to knowledge of the Wind and Thunder Twin Swords, probably no one in the entire Cangming Realm knew more than these disciples.

Kyle Ram, who was typing away at the keyboard, heard snoring, paused her work, tucked Chen Shihao in with a blanket, and then resumed her research. This mad scientist cared only for her master and scientific study; nothing else could distract her.

The old Daoist was startled. This junior of his was always proud and looked down on others; proud men rarely risk their lives for others. In his eyes, his own life was far more valuable, so how could such a person ever risk everything against mere ants?

No matter how she thought about it, the illusions from the Origin Spirit Pearl could never compare to a fairy formation crafted by the old monk himself. But why had she fallen for it?

But Yang Fan couldn’t dwell on that now. Facing a peak King-level opponent, he had to go all out to stand against such a formidable presence.

Protector Niu snorted coldly and punched a column nearby, leaving a crack in it. “Old man, are you trying to set up the Zhao family?” he bellowed, his temper flaring as usual.

Ting’er threw her suitcase down. Although the second floor wasn’t high and the suitcase wasn’t heavy, Zheng Yucui was nearly knocked over. She held the suitcase tightly, supporting it above her head, and waded slowly through the water, trying not to make a sound.

Corresponding to the yin and murderous aura was the multicolored virtuous glow around Shang Zihuan and the golden Buddhist light emanating from the Tower of Transcendence.

But Yang Fan didn’t dwell on this matter. Whoever her ancestors were made no difference to him.

At such an age and with such strength, he would be considered a top talent in any empire.

“All right, I understand! Hey, here, deploy the thirtieth regiment for focused defense…” Lin Guan gave a simple reply and continued inspecting the defensive lines and troop placements.

Liu Huaidong glanced sidelong at the arrogant fellow, a mocking smile playing on his lips, but said nothing—just watched him with a look of amusement.

After their probing battle earlier, they all realized that unless they fought with everything they had, there was no way to defeat the Spirit-horned Rhinobeast.

Mr. Jade Picker folded up his green bamboo umbrella, then fixed his gaze coldly on the struggling young man in his grasp.

Liuli’s body was covered in bruises and bloodstains—it was impossible to know what she’d been through before this.

“I see. When we get back, I’ll investigate this myself. I want to see who’s so bold,” Han Yue said coldly. If it was their enemy, there was no way they could have entered the compound—the security was too tight. That left only one possibility: someone inside was responsible.

Just then, a ripple of blood-red light swept across the rock-built platform.

Shi Jinqing led the way. Liu Chun and Zhu Di walked about thirty miles before reaching a dense forest. Chen Zuyi was rather clever—he had hidden the treasure right in the middle of the rainforest, with only one path leading out.

At that moment, Shen Yun moved swiftly, catching the lizard youth who had been flung out of the arena and slowly bringing him back to the center.

He understood that the reason the Third Young Master was so emotionally detached in his statements was because, to him, everything he said was simply the truth.

Ruoxi immediately rushed out and, opening the door, saw Qing He fainted at the threshold, a clear wound visible on her arm.

That rainy night, on the mountain behind the R Country shrine, a landslide sent a torrent of mud crashing down toward them.

On this side, the tall Chu Shaojun was bouncing around, successfully drawing the attention of the curious guests in the auditorium.

Seeing that Seventh Master had given him a chance, Shao Nianshi didn’t hold back and shared his slightly daring idea with him.

Xuexi and Yaoyu resumed their true forms; Xuexi transformed into a silver hairpin and flew back to Ruoxi’s hair, while Yaoyu was taken back into Ruoxi’s personal space.

This wouldn’t matter under normal circumstances, but when the Emperor grew deeply wary of the Crown Prince, everything seemed to go awry.

“Jiao Jiao, you said it yourself—I’ll remember it! If you make money and don’t come visit me, I won’t be happy about it!” declared the elderly Mr. Wu.

But then, disaster struck. Although all the poisonous blood had been drained from Nangong Jinyu’s body, she showed no signs of waking up!

Using that rich broth to cook various vegetables and meats, Fourth Master hadn’t eaten like this in a long time—not since after the New Year last year.

When the burly man’s palms met Ding Cheng’s, it felt like a stone sinking into the sea—his formidable palm technique instantly dissolved without a trace. He was shocked. What was going on?